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Boy
,
I
really
fouled
that
up
.
I
should
've
at
least
made
it
for
cocktails
or
something
.
It
was
still
pretty
early
.
I
'm
not
sure
what
time
it
was
,
but
it
was
n't
too
late
.
The
one
thing
I
hate
to
do
is
go
to
bed
when
I
'm
not
even
tired
.
So
I
opened
my
suitcases
and
took
out
a
clean
shirt
,
and
then
I
went
in
the
bathroom
and
washed
and
changed
my
shirt
.
What
I
thought
I
'd
do
,
I
thought
I
'd
go
downstairs
and
see
what
the
hell
was
going
on
in
the
Lavender
Room
.
They
had
this
night
club
,
the
Lavender
Room
,
in
the
hotel
.
While
I
was
changing
my
shirt
,
I
damn
near
gave
my
kid
sister
Phoebe
a
buzz
,
though
.
I
certainly
felt
like
talking
to
her
on
the
phone
.
Somebody
with
sense
and
all
.
But
I
could
n't
take
a
chance
on
giving
her
a
buzz
,
because
she
was
only
a
little
kid
and
she
would
n't
have
been
up
,
let
alone
anywhere
near
the
phone
.
I
thought
of
maybe
hanging
up
if
my
parents
answered
,
but
that
would
n't
've
worked
,
either
.
They
'd
know
it
was
me
.
My
mother
always
knows
it
's
me
.
She
's
psychic
.
But
I
certainly
would
n't
have
minded
shooting
the
crap
with
old
Phoebe
for
a
while
.
You
should
see
her
.
You
never
saw
a
little
kid
so
pretty
and
smart
in
your
whole
life
.
She
's
really
smart
.
I
mean
she
's
had
all
A
's
ever
since
she
started
school
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
'm
the
only
dumb
one
in
the
family
.
My
brother
D.
B.
's
a
writer
and
all
,
and
my
brother
Allie
,
the
one
that
died
,
that
I
told
you
about
,
was
a
wizard
.
I
'm
the
only
really
dumb
one
.
But
you
ought
to
see
old
Phoebe
.
She
has
this
sort
of
red
hair
,
a
little
bit
like
Allie
's
was
,
that
's
very
short
in
the
summertime
.
In
the
summertime
,
she
sticks
it
behind
her
ears
.
She
has
nice
,
pretty
little
ears
.
In
the
wintertime
,
it
's
pretty
long
,
though
.
Sometimes
my
mother
braids
it
and
sometimes
she
does
n't
.
It
's
really
nice
,
though
.
She
's
only
ten
.
She
's
quite
skinny
,
like
me
,
but
nice
skinny
.
Roller-skate
skinny
.
I
watched
her
once
from
the
window
when
she
was
crossing
over
Fifth
Avenue
to
go
to
the
park
,
and
that
's
what
she
is
,
roller-skate
skinny
.
You
'd
like
her
.
I
mean
if
you
tell
old
Phoebe
something
,
she
knows
exactly
what
the
hell
you
're
talking
about
.
I
mean
you
can
even
take
her
anywhere
with
you
.
If
you
take
her
to
a
lousy
movie
,
for
instance
,
she
knows
it
's
a
lousy
movie
.
If
you
take
her
to
a
pretty
good
movie
,
she
knows
it
's
a
pretty
good
movie
.
D.
B.
and
I
took
her
to
see
this
French
movie
,
The
Baker
's
Wife
,
with
Raimu
in
it
.
It
killed
her
.
Her
favorite
is
The
39
Steps
,
though
,
with
Robert
Donat
.
She
knows
the
whole
goddam
movie
by
heart
,
because
I
've
taken
her
to
see
it
about
ten
times
.
When
old
Donat
comes
up
to
this
Scotch
farmhouse
,
for
instance
,
when
he
's
running
away
from
the
cops
and
all
,
Phoebe
'll
say
right
out
loud
in
the
movie
--
right
when
the
Scotch
guy
in
the
picture
says
it
--
"
Can
you
eat
the
herring
?
"
She
knows
all
the
talk
by
heart
.
And
when
this
professor
in
the
picture
,
that
's
really
a
German
spy
,
sticks
up
his
little
finger
with
part
of
the
middle
joint
missing
,
to
show
Robert
Donat
,
old
Phoebe
beats
him
to
it
--
she
holds
up
her
little
finger
at
me
in
the
dark
,
right
in
front
of
my
face
.
She
's
all
right
.
You
'd
like
her
.
The
only
trouble
is
,
she
's
a
little
too
affectionate
sometimes
.
She
's
very
emotional
,
for
a
child
.
She
really
is
.
Something
else
she
does
,
she
writes
books
all
the
time
.
Only
,
she
does
n't
finish
them
.
They
're
all
about
some
kid
named
Hazel
Weatherfield
--
only
old
Phoebe
spells
it
"
Hazle
.
"
Old
Hazle
Weatherfield
is
a
girl
detective
.
She
's
supposed
to
be
an
orphan
,
but
her
old
man
keeps
showing
up
.
Her
old
man
's
always
a
"
tall
attractive
gentleman
about
20
years
of
age
.
"
That
kills
me
.
Old
Phoebe
.
I
swear
to
God
you
'd
like
her
.
She
was
smart
even
when
she
was
a
very
tiny
little
kid
.
When
she
was
a
very
tiny
little
kid
,
I
and
Allie
used
to
take
her
to
the
park
with
us
,
especially
on
Sundays
.
Allie
had
this
sailboat
he
used
to
like
to
fool
around
with
on
Sundays
,
and
we
used
to
take
old
Phoebe
with
us
.
She
'd
wear
white
gloves
and
walk
right
between
us
,
like
a
lady
and
all
.
And
when
Allie
and
I
were
having
some
conversation
about
things
in
general
,
old
Phoebe
'd
be
listening
.
Sometimes
you
'd
forget
she
was
around
,
because
she
was
such
a
little
kid
,
but
she
'd
let
you
know
.
She
'd
interrupt
you
all
the
time
.
She
'd
give
Allie
or
I
a
push
or
something
,
and
say
,
"
Who
?
Who
said
that
?
Bobby
or
the
lady
?
"
And
we
'd
tell
her
who
said
it
,
and
she
'd
say
,
"
Oh
,
"
and
go
right
on
listening
and
all
.
She
killed
Allie
,
too
.
I
mean
he
liked
her
,
too
.
She
's
ten
now
,
and
not
such
a
tiny
little
kid
any
more
,
but
she
still
kills
everybody
--
everybody
with
any
sense
,
anyway
.
Anyway
,
she
was
somebody
you
always
felt
like
talking
to
on
the
phone
.
But
I
was
too
afraid
my
parents
would
answer
,
and
then
they
'd
find
out
I
was
in
New
York
and
kicked
out
of
Pencey
and
all
.
So
I
just
finished
putting
on
my
shirt
.
Then
I
got
all
ready
and
went
down
in
the
elevator
to
the
lobby
to
see
what
was
going
on
.
Except
for
a
few
pimpy-looking
guys
,
and
a
few
whory-looking
blondes
,
the
lobby
was
pretty
empty
.
But
you
could
hear
the
band
playing
in
the
Lavender
Room
,
and
so
I
went
in
there
.
It
was
n't
very
crowded
,
but
they
gave
me
a
lousy
table
anyway
--
way
in
the
back
.
I
should
've
waved
a
buck
under
the
head-waiter
's
nose
.
In
New
York
,
boy
,
money
really
talks
--
I
'm
not
kidding
.
The
band
was
putrid
.
Buddy
Singer
.
Very
brassy
,
but
not
good
brassy
--
corny
brassy
.
Also
,
there
were
very
few
people
around
my
age
in
the
place
.
In
fact
,
nobody
was
around
my
age
.
They
were
mostly
old
,
show-offy-looking
guys
with
their
dates
.
Except
at
the
table
right
next
to
me
.
At
the
table
right
next
to
me
,
there
were
these
three
girls
around
thirty
or
so
.
The
whole
three
of
them
were
pretty
ugly
,
and
they
all
had
on
the
kind
of
hats
that
you
knew
they
did
n't
really
live
in
New
York
,
but
one
of
them
,
the
blonde
one
,
was
n't
too
bad
.
She
was
sort
of
cute
,
the
blonde
one
,
and
I
started
giving
her
the
old
eye
a
little
bit
,
but
just
then
the
waiter
came
up
for
my
order
.
I
ordered
a
Scotch
and
soda
,
and
told
him
not
to
mix
it
--
I
said
it
fast
as
hell
,
because
if
you
hem
and
haw
,
they
think
you
're
under
twenty-one
and
wo
n't
sell
you
any
intoxicating
liquor
.
I
had
trouble
with
him
anyway
,
though
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
do
you
have
some
verification
of
your
age
?
Your
driver
's
license
,
perhaps
?
"
